I Raised My Brother’s Triplet Daughters for 22 Years—At Their College Graduation, They Called Their Father’s Name and I Fell to My Knees

Then I told myself:

Sit still.

Smile.

This is their day.

I remain proud of that moment.

Not because they ultimately chose me.

Because before I knew they would, I was prepared to let them choose something that hurt me.

That may have been the final test of the kind of father I wanted to be.